Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.